ME: Having a mental breakdown and getting put in the ward for my own safety.
ALSO ME AT THE SAME TIME: Let me write SMUT :)

Though winter was taken over Scotland and making the hills around Hogwarts look less lively than their usual green, Luna's gown was a tea-gown, as per request of the invitation of the Christmas Party of Slug Club, which means it was slightly shorter, reaching the ankles.

Finally, Regulus had found a beautiful, orange-coloured gown that did not seem to be made for forty-year-old attention-seeking women, but a soft orange, threatening to go to a coral tone that blended well with the tiny floral golden patterns. The intricate lacework stood out, clearly being made by hand and wand – such a hybrid work was expensive and well-admired by the Wizarding Society – and the fabric gathered around the waist under the wide sash in aged, earthy gold tone, cinching the waist and creating a draping effect on the front of the skirt, going down to the ankles in a tighter silhouette than the usual ballgowns Regulus would buy her. The necklace was square, framed by short sleeves that sit delicately on Luna's shoulders, her scars hidden by her faithful Gupta brooch, spelled to blend to the sash in a similar earthy tone.

Had Regulus not been in love with her already, he knew he would fall in love right there as she walked down the stairs towards him, who had been waiting for her in the corridor.

"I like your shoes," he mentioned. The black heeled boots went well with the dress.

"Euphemia gave them to me," she said, smiling. She raised her eyebrows. "Don't you like the dress?"

"I imagined you in that dress every time I saw the catalogue, but reality is so much better than the half-empty attempts my mind does of conjuring you," he said sweetly, kissing her cheeks in proper greeting before offering her his arm.

"You're charming today!" she said, poking his ribs before accepting his arm.

"I'm always charming," he said, half-heartedly glaring at her.

She smiled, lying her head on his shoulder as they walked.

"I like your hair like that," he mentioned, looking at her before looking back at where they were walking.

She raised her eyebrows.

Her hair was in a single braid down her back, nothing remotely complicated or beautiful, something simple and functional. He had seen her in something similar in the Potter Soirée, so his comment on it was slightly surprising.

"Thank you," she said. She paid attention to him. "Hey, that's the blouse I like!" she said, pulling the white blouse from the top of his waistcoat. "And the pink waistcoat I love. Yes! You look so pretty!"

He glared at her by the corner of his eyes.

"Must you use the word 'pretty'? There are better ones," he complained. "Dashing, handsome, gorgeous... so many! Why 'pretty'?"

She giggled, pulling his arm slightly to kiss cheek.

"It's nothing, dear," she dismissed.

Regulus didn't seem to believe her, turning towards to argue, but decided to keep his mouth shut at her content expression, holding onto him as if nothing could ever ruin the happiness they had that night. He wouldn't dare jeopardise it over his insecurity of being, perhaps, too feminine for people that didn't matter at all, after all Luna was all that mattered, and she seemed to find him pretty enough.

"I imagine Slughorn will want to show you off, Luna, especially when you look as beautiful as you do tonight," Regulus said. "I'll barely have any time with you."

"It won't be the best Christmas if I don't have you by my side, but once the party is over, we are free to do whatever we want," she said, turning to smile at him. "I could... spend the night at the Slytherin dormitory if you think it's fine."

Regulus frowned.

"Ash's girlfriend is staying over as well, Evan and Barty aren't coming tonight, so they're probably staying over as well. I don't think it's the best of ideas to bring you over without warning them beforehand," he admitted. "Perhaps Ravenclaw's dormitory?"

"Morris is already staying over tonight, and we have an agreement that only one significant other can spend the night," Luna said, pouting a little to herself.

Regulus rolled his eyes but stopped to think.

"That Morris boy... Why is he here, not Durmstrang?" he asked, suddenly.

"His father believes Hogwarts can offer a better and more dynamic education, besides speaking English is quite a good skill if he ever goes back to work in his homeland," Luna explained. "He's a good student, too. Especially in his area – that is, Spell and Charm work. Pandora and he became friends in first year and they even sit together in class sometimes because they like to compete. He intends on working in creating new spells for translation and reading-impairments. His sister is dyslexic."

Regulus hummed, surprisingly impressed by Morris' purpose in the school. He wondered quietly what he would've chosen had he had the choice and luxury of affording a choice, but nothing came to mind.

"And how has Alchemy been coming along?" he asked, turning to look at her a bit. "It'll probably be what you will hear the most tonight, so you might as well already prepare good answers for this one."

Luna chuckled.

"It isn't a difficult answer. It's been going marvellous, and it's everything that I had imagined when I was younger," she said, smiling sweetly at him. Regulus laughed, knowing that she was lying. "Now, truly? It's been hard as fuck. So many numbers!"

"You knew that part already, though."

"Yes, but... good God," she grumbled.

He huffed, trying to hold back his laugh again, knowing that Luna wouldn't enjoy him laughing at her in a moment like that.

"Anything I can do to help you, love?" he asked.

"Unless you can make a Muggle pocket calculator work in Hogwarts, no, you cannot help me," she said, frowning a bit.

Regulus was tempted to ask what a calculator was, but the name was hint enough, and Luna hated when he asked how things worked, because most of the time she didn't seem to know all the details and was a bit upset about not giving him a full answer. Still, he wondered if Hogwarts' Magical Wards were forbidding whatever it was that the calculator she talked about from working.

He touched the hand resting on the crook of his arm, caressing it gently as they walked.

"Do you remember Mister Peter Ferlet?" he asked.

Luna nodded right away.

"Your mother introduced me in your cousin's wedding," Luna said.

"He's the right person to talk to. He'll most likely be here tonight, he's a good friend to Professor Slughorn... and the newest Headmaster to the Alchemy and Potions Academy of Cornwall, the second best in the United Kingdom," Regulus said. "Mother says that he was quite interested in your conversation the last time you two talked. I was rather busy, so I wasn't there, but I thought for the best to remind you of him."

"That's very kind of you... and of your mother," Luna said, raising her eyebrows.

She didn't need to say it oud loud for Regulus to hear it.

"I know how she can be, but she doesn't hate you, which already gives her reason enough to want you somewhat well-introduced by the time you leave school. You can only count so much with Professor Slughorn's capacity of making you sound good to people that are not all that interested in you, and are only here for the free food," Regulus said, squeezing her hand resting on his arm.

Luna smiled to herself. "Good to know."

"What? That they don't care?"

"That your mother doesn't hate me. I thought she didn't, but it's nice to be sure this time around," she explained.

Regulus pursed his lips.

"I know my mother can be difficult. I'm sorry if she made you feel so bad," he said.

Luna shrugged.

"It's fine," she smiled just a bit at him. "I knew that when I got into this relationship. She won't be the one to scare me away."

Regulus wondered if all the other problems in his family would make her walk away from him, because – unfortunately – the number of problems seem to have been growing whenever he looked at his father's letters.

With Narcissa's marriage having been shaken by the revelation of Druella's and Abraxas' affair, Narcissa had spent a few days in Grimmauld Place while Lucius tried for find a way to muffle the rumours and gossip about his father and mother-in-law, though it took longer than he wanted. Besides, Bellatrix now had been rumoured to be seen several times in Diagon Alley after dark, which not a place a young woman – married or not – want to be seen after dark, for the Magical World was far too aware of the ungentlemanly men that would gather there for the cheapest and most disgusting types of entertainment. He also knew that Cygnus had decided to go live in Paris while the subject of his monthly due of money was still being resolved between his father and Arcturus.

There was also the fact that the Zabini and Gupta family were in negotiation for a marriage contract. Though it was good. It meant that Regulus' first task as Head of House, something he did without his father's help every step of the way had been a grand success – hence the reason the Black Family had been called to the engagement party in January.

"Have you heard from your father again?" Regulus asked, changing the subject.

Luna sighed. "Yes."

"You don't sound happy."

"Answering his letter made things worse. He's writing more now," she explained. "Nain told me that she's trying to convince him to write less, but that he's far too desperate to see me in Christmas to care for her advice. So, tonight, I don't want to even think about him."

Regulus stopped her, leaned down and kissed her mouth.

"There. We'll think of us tonight," he said.

Luna's eyes were slightly heavier than before when she looked up at him and leaned forward for another kiss, which Regulus didn't give her at first.

"We have the whole night," she whispered.

Luna was sticking to punch, completely sober even though she wanted nothing more than to drink the whole sparkling champagne that some of the students were passing around, trying their very best to get Slughorn's attention. However, Slughorn had yet to look away from Luna, smiling at her as presenting her to his friends with such eagerness that Luna was starting to get concerned.

Regulus was beside her, holding onto her hand and trying his best not to laugh at her clear exhaustion.

"...mixing it up," was telling a woman that Luna forgot the name. She was a Potioneer, if she could recall it correctly – gosh, how tired Luna was already. "However, if you mix it up, as we all know –"

"It explodes!" Slughorn said, voice as excited as a child's. He giggled. "Oh, poor you. I remember that day. You were, what? – twelve? Thirteen?"

"Twelve. I was in my second year," the woman laughed, throwing her hair over her shoulder and looking at Regulus when shifted. "Professor Slug – excuse me. Horace tells me that you are one of the best Potioneers in your year, Mister Black."

"Indeed," Slughorn did, reaching forward to put a congratulatory hand on Regulus' shoulder. "A pity he has no ambition to follow a career in the area, but it's quite understandable since he's the Heir of the House of Black. There are a few duties one cannot ignore, am I right, dear boy? I'm certain he'll excel in the Academy of Law of his choice, much like his father did before him. I cannot expect anything other than greatness coming from Regulus Black, and if you knew him as well as I do, Lyudmilla, you would agree with me."

Luna looked down when the grown woman fluttered her eyelashes at Regulus, who turned his head to look at Luna pointedly.

Lyudmilla Vasy – something. Luna couldn't remember her whole name for the life of her.

Quietly, she cursed the two dances she had with Regulus and the other two that two men she had no contact with before had asked her to dance, and which she did dance out of her incapability of saying no, because Regulus was otherwise engaged, getting her drinks. Now her feet were hurting, her eyes threatened to close at any moment, and she just couldn't hold a conversation without fearing she would say something stupid, not trusting the filter she usually had on her mouth.

"Are you alright, Miss Lupin?" Slughorn asked.

"I fear I might not be as used to parties as I remember being, Professor. I'm already tired, and it's not even midnight yet," Luna admitted.

Regulus turned her head.

"Do you feel like going back? I can take you back to your dormitory," Regulus said kindly, guiding the hand that he had been holding to the crook of his arm. He was ready to leave as well, just wating for a hint from her. "I'm rather tired myself."

Slughorn's face grimaced a bit, though he tried to hide it.

"You did talk to everybody, and you did dance with some of the nicest people here, I cannot blame you for being tired when you have been so social tonight," Slughorn said, forcing politeness out. "But are you sure that you want to leave? It's not even Christmas yet. Mister Potter, Miss Evans and I have such a beautiful incantation ready for midnight – oh, Professor Flitwick said that Miss Evans did such a beautiful example of snowflake that feels warm in your hand that I couldn't resist in asking for it."

"I'm sure Lily will do a beautiful job," Luna said, politely.

Lily was blushing at something James said on the other side of the room, glaring at him with her arms crossed in front of her like a petulant child. In response, James threw his head back and laughed loudly, shaking his head and sipping his punch with as much enthusiasm as Luna had been doing.

"Miss Evans is another wonderful student of mine. A muggleborn like yourself!" Slughorn announced, turning to Lyudmilla once more.

Clearly having been dismissed, Luna turned to Regulus and raised her eyebrows, asking silently.

"I was being serious about getting out of here," Regulus said.

She sighed in relief.

"Thank goodness. I cannot bear to explain once more what I want to do with my life to people I have already talked to before," she said. "They should at least give me the curtesy of remembering something I said this very night."

Regulus narrowed his eyes playfully at her.

"What was the woman we were talking name?" he asked.

"Fuck off," she grumbled, ignoring her own hypocrisy.

Regulus laughed, starting to guide her through the people in the room towards the door. He raised his hand quickly to wave goodbye discreetly at a girl from his House but made no other mention to knowing anybody else well enough. He opened the door for them, waited for her to get through before stepping forward and walking out. Regulus sighed in relief when he closed the door behind him, muffling the sounds of the string quartet and the conversations happening.

"I'm tired," he mused.

"Hm," Luna did, hugging his arm close to her. "How tired?" she asked, voice lowering and eyelashes fluttering to him.

Regulus understood what was implied right away. "Not that tired," he quickly answered.

Luna grinned, the arms around his arm, hugging him closer to her, tightened. Silently, she started to lead him down a staircase and through a corridor, turning with expertise to left at the fifth floor. Smirking, she let go of his arm to just hold his hand so they could move faster through the darkness. She looked over her shoulder at him.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Yes."

She reached for a door and pulled it open.

"This classroom used to be Professor Bravin the year before last, but since she asked out it has been empty," she said. "Marta told me about it."

Regulus looked around the dark classroom.

"It looks clean," he said, surprised.

"As if the house-elves would allow it to be dusty," she said, rolling her eyes, "they loved Professor Bravin. She always asked them to cook new things, so they always were running around to learn something new while she was here – she was a traveller after all, food was just another adventure for her, and one that she dragged them along."

"House-elves can be biased little shits when they want to," Regulus admitted. "I have one back home, Kreacher, you know him. Well, it used to be two, but his mother passed a few years ago."

"How sad," Luna said.

"He's happy there."

Luna raised her eyebrows. "Have you asked him before?" she asked.

Regulus hesitated.

"I thought we were here to snog," he admitted, frowning at her through the moonlight washing over the room and painting it a beautiful blue tone. "And we're talking about Kreacher's happiness, but my mind is – with all due respect, of course – focused on your lips, my dear."

"Aren't you a charmer," she teased.

Still, she didn't hesitate, pulling his blouse so he would lean slightly down and kiss her lips. He sighed in delight at how her body immediately melted against him, pushing him against the door so they could have better access to each other. She didn't even hesitate to reach up to put her fingers through his hair and pull him closer, so he put his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer, feeling the shape of her breasts against his chest and the way her waist moved slightly under his hands as she got to her tiptoes.

Regulus turned, still pulling her to him, but put her against the wall beside the door, pushing her hips to the wall with him, shoving a way between her legs with his thigh.

"Are you in a hurry?" she asked, gasping for air as they pulled apart. Though she was teasing him, her hips moved against his leg, testing the waters. "Or are you that horny?"

"I don't have anywhere else to be. I'm not in a hurry," he said.

"So you're just horny," she teased.

"I won't deny anything I'm guilty of."

He was the one to initiate the kiss this time, turning his head slightly to the side to use his tongue against hers, pushing his way into her mouth and smiling to himself when her lips parted easily. She was expecting his kiss to deepen by the way her mouth vibrated with the moan that slipped out of her mouth just by kissing.

Blindly, she reached for his blouse, unbuttoning it and reaching inside once it was undone, caressing his chest and lowering it to his sides, scratching his skin ever so lightly with the tip of her nails, making him shiver against her. He reached behind her back for the buttons of the dress, struggling with them a bit before he sighed, pulling away from her with a frown.

"Turn around," he said.

Luna did without hesitation, shivering with the ordering tone in his voice.

Regulus slowly pushed her plait over her shoulder, the tip of her fingers brushing against the skin of the back of her neck and the top of her shoulders, making goosebumps appear. He unbuttoned her quite quickly now that he could see what he was doing, even if just a little through the moonlight. He made a little hissing noise as he grew harder in his trousers, seeing her naked back – he had no idea the sight of her back exposed, muscles moving underneath her pale skin. It was hypnotising.

He leaned down, kissing the back of her neck wetly as the dress slowly slipped down her arms, going to the ground until Luna stepped out of it in light-green, lacy knickers. She put her hands on the wall, pushing her behind slightly towards him as if presenting herself, like some gift he had unwrapped.

At the sight, again, a noise came out of Regulus' throat without his permission, but not a hiss – a loud, primal roar that had his gasping afterwards.

"You're fucking – Luna, Merlin!" he said, reaching down. He said nothing, caressing her buttocks and touching the lace of her knickers. "You're so good to me, my darling girl. So beautiful, so wonderful."

"Do you have a praising thing, Reggie?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him. "Not that I'm complaining. I like it."

"I can stop," he said, looking up, suddenly realising his words and actions.

"Oh, please, don't. I'm sure the other extreme isn't as nice for either of us," she said, smiling at him. She pushed her arse towards him again. "Continue, please? Your hands felt good. You're warm."

"Do you want your put your dress on again? It's the middle of winter. I should've thought of that. Forgive me," he said, leaning down to get the dress from the ground.

Luna reached for his hands as she turned around to face him, pulling him up again and shaking her head.

"You can keep me warm," she said.

He made a little noise. "That was corny," he accused.

She giggled, eyes closing again as she kissed him. His hands found her waist and hips, kissing her deeply.

"Reggie, how far?" she whispered against his lips.

He frowned. "What?"

"How far are you willing to go tonight?" she asked.

Regulus' cock was straining against his trousers, which had him moaning against her lips, hungrily taking in anything that she was willing to give him.

"How far are you willing to go?" he asked back.

Luna pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard and narrowing her eyes to look at him with attention, taking in every part of his facial expression as if that would give her an actual answer. He blinked, dazed in his desire and lust.

"What?" he asked.

"Regulus, how far are you willing to go tonight? And your answer can be anything, alright?" she said, putting her arms around his shoulders, bare breasts against his between the open blouse. "I won't be mad."

Regulus hesitated. He didn't need to be a genius to know that Luna missed sex, anyone that had sex – at least, good sex – would miss it after so long without it. They had been together for over a year and save a few touches that left them with contentment afterwards, they had not had sex – not in the common, expected and traditional way that Luna was ever so used to. However, Regulus was beyond nervous about the whole situation, after all having sex for the first time was scary and nerve-wrecking.

"I want to," he said.

"But we don't need to."

He leaned down. "I want to," he insisted. "But I'm not sure I know how."

"Like everything we did before, I can teach you if you are certain about this. And we can stop whenever you want," she said calmly.

Luna was trying her hardest to pretend her nipples weren't so hard that the skin around it was tight and that her knickers were warm and wet with her desire, her thighs threatening to push against one another for any sort of relief in Regulus refused to touch her at that moment. She was quite sure her sanity would break a little bit if he wanted to stop, but she would never admit it out loud.

"I want to go all the way, if you're patient enough," he said, frowning. "I fear I might not be very good at it."

She smiled.

"We have all night," she said.

Regulus took the first step from then on, leading her towards the professor's desk. It was the biggest desk with the most space, and the one that made his knees buckle at the thought of lying her on top of it and having his way with her.

"What are you thinking of?" she asked.

He put his hands under her armpits, helping her sit on top of the table.

"Your feet over my shoulders," he admitted, voice automatic and eyes glazed over. "And those knickers of your around your ankle."

"Good God. Who taught you to speak like that, Reggie?" Luna moaned.

She lied down, hands reaching for the edges of the table, holding onto it as she took a deep breath, legs dangling over the edges. Regulus took the sides of her knickers and pulled it down gently, seeing her feet dangling as she tried to step on the table to raise her hips to help him, but he didn't need help, pulling it just right to make it slip down her legs with little effort.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said, looking at her with admiration. "Luna, you were made for me."

"I love you so much," she said.

He leaned over her to kiss her lips as he slipped one of her legs out of the knickers. She giggled into his mouth.

"I love you," he answered, voice so genuine that Luna's smile turned slightly surprised.

He reached down for her core, but she shook her head.

"I don't need you to prepare me, I'm wet enough as it is," she said.

He frowned.

"I'm not trying to prepare you, I'm trying to make you cum," he admitted, fingers touching her entrance lightly. She hissed before moaning at the feeling. "May I, please, touch you, my darling?" Her eyes were slightly wide for some reason. It made Regulus want to kill Sirius with his bare hands. "Tell me if I do something wrong, alright? I love you. I love you so much. Tell me what you want."

She nodded.

Two of his fingers entered her at once, making her toes point in surprise and her teeth grind to one another. She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth opening with a loud, long moan as she reached down to hold his wrist – not to stop him, but to keep herself grounded as all her pleasure started mounting up low in her stomach. And as his fingers moved in and out of her, scissoring and spreading her open, her moans grew louder. She would gasp, mouth wide open and throwing her head back, delighted in the pleasure he brought her.

"This is so good!" she said. "Find my clit, Reggie. I'm close."

His other hand spread low on her stomach, only his thumb reaching down to touch her, taking a few attempts before finding her clit full-on, discovering his success when she gave a little scream, squirming on the table and one of her legs kicking the air as she tried to find an anchor to reality.

"I'm close," she gasped.

"Alright," he said, unsure of how to answer her words.

"Regulus. Oh, fuck! Fuck! Regulus!" she was saying, words forming in her mouth before they came to her mind. "I'm going to cum."

Regulus' arm was starting to hurt with the repeated movements, but he kept on going, watching Luna's face contorting in pleasure and her chest going up and down quickly, unable to stop herself from falling off the edge. His erection was starting to hurt a bit, straining against his trousers.

As Luna came, tightening herself against his fingers and mouth opening in a silent scream, Regulus sighed in relief, movements in his arm and fingers slowing down as he helped her come down of her high.

"There you go," he said in a breathy tone. "There you go, my beautiful girl."

She let go of his wrist, leaving the crescent-moons shaped marks in his skin, breathing shallow and quick.

She struggled a bit to sit up but reached down to undo his belt as soon as she able to. He raised his hands, not wanting to touch her and stop her from getting what she wanted from him. His mouth opened a bit as she unbuttoned his trousers as well, lowering them down his thighs.

"Do you want to take it all off or do you want to just lower it. It's cold as fuck," she said, still breathing heavily.

He reached, lowering his underwear alongside his trousers to the middle of his trousers.

"I'll just lower it. You've seen me naked before," he said, forcing himself to sound lighthearted.

Truth was that Regulus was so very nervous that his hands were starting to shake, but Luna had noticed it already. Luna reached down, taking his member into her hand and smiling at him, trying to look as relaxed as she felt after an orgasm.

"You'll be fine," she said. "Do you want to stop? I can just... use my mouth if you want," she said. "I'm good. Don't feel forced to –"

"Oh, Luna, I want to. I really want to," Regulus said, shaking his head a bit to stop her from talking. He took his member in his own hand, making Luna take her hand and just watch and he masturbated slowly, watching her spread legs. "Oh, Luna. May I?"

Without any hesitation, she nodded, tilting her hips towards him, moving back a little on the table to rest her feet on the wood. She rested back, elbows on the table to angle herself to a position she could see what he was doing.

Regulus led himself to her entrance, watching her face as he started to push in. He frowned when he felt something stopping him –

"Lower, darling. The opening is lower," she whispered, face frowning in focus. She reached between them, leading him to the right place. "There. There it is. That's more comfortable for me."

He moaned as the head of his cock slipped in her wetness. He held himself in a firmer grip, pushing slightly as he slipped inside a little bit. And slowly, he pushed himself further in until he was buried to the hilt inside of his girlfriend for the first time.

The feeling of her thigh, wet walls made him take a deep breath and focus on not cumming right away.

"Oh, fuck, fuck," he whispered to himself.

Luna looked down to where they were joined, feeling quite glad to see the Regulus cock disappear inside herself.

"This is... oh..." he struggled to say.

"Keep still for a moment, then," she said, as still as possible. She took a deep breath, squeezing the table under her hands.

And he tried to be as still as possible, but his hips were starting to move, thrusting slightly against Luna, who moaned and threw her head back, happy with the feeling of his hipbone touching and massaging her clit. Once he started gaining confidence, hips meeting hers so hard that her body would move on the table, making it groan underneath her with the combined weight.

"Yes!" she did.

Her legs quickly went around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, but as soon as her ankles locked him in place he made a chocked noise and buried himself as deeply as possible, slipping off the edge with a loud noise and legs shaking. His whole body leaned forward, his weight falling on top of her.

Luna made a noise, feeling it suddenly harder to breathe under his body as he spilled himself inside of her.

"I'm sorry," he said through his heavy breathing. He pushed himself off her, arms shaking to keep himself in that position. "I'm so sorry, love. I thought I'd last longer. I didn't even have time to pull out, I'm sorry."

She gasped for air, not answering immediately.

"It's fine," she said.

"No. I really thought that I would last longer," he said, blushing even more through already flushed cheeks.

She smiled as he slowly pulled out, watching his lust seep out of her. His cheeks darkened and his ears became red as well.

He looked up at her.

"This was pathetic of me. Sorry," he said.

"It wasn't, Regulus. It really wasn't," she said with certainty. "Men don't last very long in the first time, I heard. Don't worry about it, really. I didn't expect the longest lovemaking in the world, alright? But it was the best thing I ever had. I love you so much."

Regulus turned around, searching for his wand on the ground and quietly taking it to clean her up, but when he turned around, she already had her wand out and was silently using a spell to clean herself up.

He blushed to himself again in embarrassment, feeling stupid and pathetic.

Luna had done it many times before, and it wasn't like he didn't know that already, but his clear inability to satisfy her in 'actual' sex now just made it clear that he was nothing of what she was used to doing. He had hurried somewhat. He had not kissed her neck as much as he would've liked even though he knew that she liked it.

"Regulus?" she called his name, voice small and hesitant. "Is everything alright?"

He fixed his underwear and buttoned his trousers.

"Yes."

She narrowed her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows, slowly climbing off the bed.

"Are – Reg – I... Did I do something wrong?" she asked, confused.

That made him freeze.

Luna was fixing her own underwear, looking at him with wide, shining eyes. Her braid was still done, but several hairs had escaped its confinement, frizz around her head looking like a halo in the moonlight.

"No, of course not, Luna," he said.

"Then why are you in a hurry to leave?" she asked. "Did you –"

"What?"

"...get what you wanted?" she managed to ask. "Did you get what you wanted and now you're tired?"

He stumbled forward, surprised by her words.

"No! Luna, dear Luna. No," he said, cupping her face and kissing her lips gently. "No."

"Then why?"

"I'm just... embarrassed," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "Clearly it wasn't good for you."

Luna frown deepened. "Why do you say that?" she asked.

"You didn't... cum," he said.

"Yes, I did, before you even got inside of me," she said, narrowing her eyes at him. "Sex is much more than just..." she did a movement with her hands in frustration, "going inside. It was your first time, Regulus. It wouldn't be fair of me to hold you to impossible standards. This is unfamiliar to you, and I'm learning just as much as you."

"There's no need to be so kind –"

"Every person is different. I'm learning you," she said, firmly. "This is a language we are not fluent yet, and we need to learn about one another and what we like to do to one another to say we are fluent."

"He did it better, didn't he?" Regulus answered so quickly in a bitter tone that he almost spoke over her.

Luna crossed her arms, feeling exposed in just her knickers when clearly Regulus was so much more covered than her.

"If it'll be any comfort to you, I can assure you that he had better lays than me," she said, face blank. "And that I had no idea what I was doing in the first few times, either. And that he had to verbally teach me a lot, which made me so embarrassed that I cried."

Regulus scoffed. "Well, I am embarrassed."

"Yes, you're red in the face," she said. Without looking at him she walked towards the door in just her knickers and pulled her dress from the floor. With her back towards him, she stepped into it and slowly pulled up her body. "I can't believe you're doing this right now, Regulus. Fuck's sake. We just had our first time and you'll be jealous of someone that I have not slept with for over a year because he had me before you? So mature!"

"That's not what's happening!"

"Then what is happening? Because I'm really fucking confused," she said, turning to him, fixing the short sleeves on her arms.

He took a deep breath.

"I failed you," he said.

"Because I didn't orgasm when your first had sex with me? Well, I'll be honest. You didn't last long enough, yes, but had you continued I would've, but I didn't expect to in your first time. Fuck. Regulus, you never done this before, and while I told you to just do it already, you made sure to stop and make me cum at least once," she said, walking towards him while holding her dress in place. "Not many people would do that."

"I –"

"No. I'm not done, hold the thought," she said, raising a finger at him. "You did great. You did so well, Regulus. You were so careful, so loving, so wonderfully good to me. I couldn't have asked for a better first time with my boyfriend."

He hesitated, eyelashes fluttering at he looked up at her for a moment before looking at his shoes.

"Are you really not disappointed?" he asked.

"That you weren't a Don Juan in bed in your first time? No. I'm not disappointed," she said, softening. "Now... tell me, what made you suddenly start thinking all that. When did your mind start wandering?"

He sighed.

"After we were done," he admitted.

"Not during it."

"No. Just when you were cleaning yourself, and I suppose it just hit me."

There was a flickering expression of relief in her face as she reached for him, hugging him. Her dress was still open in the back and he was still shirtless.

"Did you enjoy it? Not just get there, but actually enjoy it? Did you have fun?" she asked against his chest.

"Yes," he said. It was the truth, even through his nervousness. "I enjoyed it, I just... overthink things sometimes."

She nodded against his skin.

"Then when your thoughts start to wander like that again, remember that I love you. My past doesn't matter at all, because you are my future, alright?" she pulled away to look at his face. "Is that alright?"

"Yes," he whispered, caressing the side of her face with his thumb, scared of breaking the moment. "It is."

So, as many of you might know, I got put in something similar to a psych ward in my country due to my mental health. Though nothing happened, both me and my parents thought it would be for the best. I'm very tired and the medication is new to me, so I have not been the best version of myself.

Therefore, guys, I'm sorry if this chapter is shit. I have not revised and I'm tired (it's 2 am here :).

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the over 6,000 words here. I love you all. Thank you for the support.